This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Have you ever felt stir crazy? Like you wanna stir pancake batter like crazy? Or like Brickle when he goes crazy from being inside too long?
That’s how we are feeling. First the snow. Now the cold. It’s so cold that Girl Person can’t be outside much.
And it makes that Depression Monster huge. So big it’s hardly fitting in this sardine can of an RV.
As usual, it’s up to me to bring some happy to everyone. Just call it the Digby Delivery Service.
24/7 is what my working hours are. Unless it’s dinner time. Snack time. Breakfast. Lunch. Any other time is fine.
Bringing some happy isn’t as easy as you might think.
Sometimes I have to come up with creative ideas. Outside the box. Or under the picnic table.
Since we haven’t been able to go anywhere for a few days, I decided that J would make up a new trail for myself. And I call it the Picnic Table Trail. It’s totally dog friendly. And instead of the persons picking up after us, we are picking up after you.
You see, I find all the trash and food you leave behind. It’s a win win for us all.
Girl Person doesn’t particularly care for this trail. She doesn’t like us eating unmentionable things. She doesn’t like us getting stuck underneath the tables. She doesn’t like that we pull as hard as we can to take her to every picnic table. But it’s not my fault. It’s the Picnic Table Trail. What else am I supposed to do? I love picnic tables. And what’s under them. Around them.
The Picnic Table Trail does another job. It makes Girl Person forget she’s depressed. It occupies her mind and her time. And you can do it in the snow, the rain, the sunshiney. But wow. We sure miss sunshiney.
We somehow have to get this Depression Monster out of here. But it’s not wanting to leave. We will be here in this Gatlingburg. Tennessee place until Tuesday.
We have more to see, even if we have to ride around in a warm car to see it.
But for me, even if we only can go on the Picnic Table Trail, that’s ok by me. Happy isn’t dependent on a place. Or weather.
Happy is dependent on each one of us.
Life is hard sometimes and your heart may feel cold. But find a way to warm it up. And if someone else needs you to help them, make up your own trail. What would it be called? Can I come along?
–Deputy Digby Pancake
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